Volume 1, Chapter 50: Sweet to the Core of the Heart

"Song Huaichuan, I was talking about your family background. Where on earth did your mind wander?"

Shen Zhiyi actually made a preemptive accusation, wearing a look of sheer shock and condemnation.

Leng Ye silently gazed at the bowl of steaming pear juice, offering neither a sound nor a movement. Seeing this, Su Nuan said with dissatisfaction, "I've already tasted it, it's completely safe!" Honestly, did it really look like something impossible to swallow?

The doctor looked at him with some puzzlement, but still told him to follow him and take the bill to the cashier's desk to have the price calculated and pay.

Leaving behind those places filled with so many emotions and dreams, parting ways with those who had fought hard through hardships together, taking off that familiar blue battle uniform only to replace it with a red one that felt so unfamiliar.

The busy medical staff in the middle of their intense work suddenly saw the patient sit up by himself, which gave them a terrible fright. One of the interns even let out a shriek as if seeing a corpse spring back to life, flinging the surgical tray right out of his hands.

Falling from the top of the mountain, his entire body was shattered into pieces, his skull split open, with red, white, and purple fluids all mixed together in a pool.

Today, the sky remains as clear as ever, with a few leisurely floating clouds drifting across it. I am already too lazy to dwell on those vexing matters that trouble me. I simply sit quietly beneath the flower trellis in the Azure Sky Courtyard, sipping the fragrant tea sent by Prince Cheng.

Regarding Ye Feng's performance in this match, the more conservative British and other major European media expressed cautious praise for him. At the same time, these media outlets also pointed out his shortcomings in cornering stability, as well as his control and command over the race's tempo.

Upon hearing this, I hurriedly asked Aunt Feng to go out and welcome them, wondering in my heart why Noble Lady Lin had come with someone else today.

Regardless of the reason, weeping and wailing completely devoid of composure right in front of a newly arrived client was undoubtedly an act of gross discourtesy. No one yet knew the true temperament of the client, and who could tell whether the appearance of such a scene might cause this important investor to alter their initial intention to invest?

Lin Wan, standing to one side, took in everything that happened. The emotions she had only managed to calm with great difficulty flared up with anger once more at this very moment.

If Rong Aotian had only remembered her because of Murong Yunyan, then such concern was truly pathetic.

Though Duck said it that way, Peach still felt something was strange. Go out to eat? Weren't they pressed for time right now? Why go out of their way for a meal, and what on earth was Duck thinking?

Although Qi San was their chief financial backer, when it came to joking around, nobody gave him the slightest bit of face.

"Hehe, I don't have any objections myself. It mainly depends on your future parents-in-law. If they have no objections, then we'll settle the matter just like that," Li Zhendong said, shifting his gaze toward Zhao Wu's parents.

Zhao Wu ran ahead while Ling Wei chased after him, the two of them running in circles around the glass coffee table in the living room.

Mo Ziqi nodded happily. That was wonderful; following the captain meant good food. For dinner, Su Dan ordered an eggplant casserole and a plate of smashed cucumbers, while Mo Ziqi ordered only a bowl of vegetable and tofu soup.

"What is it that you're drawing?" After finishing dinner, Chuntao returned to her room and began planning the layout.

Qinghuan was taken aback, not expecting him to have woken up so early. She had merely stepped out to check the weather outside.

Moxiu's identity had always been an enigma within the Nebula circles. Because he had quit the game early on, many of the newer players who joined after the official release had only heard fragmented legends surrounding that name.

He was wearing a robe-like shirt. Logically speaking, it should have looked incongruous, yet on him, it appeared remarkably harmonious and transcendent, resembling an ancient Taoist priest.

With no other choice, Crooked-Mouth Wu had bonfires lit throughout the stronghold to signal an emergency, while simultaneously dispatching messengers to find Crossing-Heaven-Star for urgent reinforcement.